Vivid sparkles flashed from within the box. Out upon the table, Bruce poured a dazzling array of shimmering gems: rubies, sapphires, emeralds, along with glinting diamonds. A rare topaz slid to the edge of the table. Berchik stopped the skidding gem; then dipped his fingers into the mass of treasure.
"The Samanov jewels!" cried the Russian. "Here — all here! They have been regained!"
"Who brought them here?" queried Bruce Duncan, turning to Abdul.
"There was a knock at the door, sahib," declared the Hindu, solemnly. "When I opened the door, the box was upon the steps. I saw no one — no one but a great dark shadow. I saw two burning spots, like eyes. Then they were gone. Only darkness stayed there, sahib."
While the others stared at Abdul in amazement, a thought flashed through Harry Vincent's brain. Those spots that Abdul had seen were living eyes; the burning optics of a weird avenger who had conquered crime. They were eyes that Harry had seen in the past; eyes that he would see again, when he encountered new adventures in the service of a mysterious master whose command meant law to Harry Vincent.
The eyes of The Shadow!